Today, I turn 26.
I’ve never been the kind of person to bemoan a birthday. Maybe that will change as I get older, but I doubt it. I mean, it’s better than the alternative. All of us know someone who is sick, and all of us know someone who’s passed away too soon. To be anything other than grateful for the opportunity to age seems to me like giving a giant middle finger to God/the Universe.
So even though I would’ve been pleased to turn 26 no matter what, I want to say that this is an especially good birthday for me. The past year of my life has been, without a doubt, the best year ever. Almost a year ago I made the conscious decision to start working towards my goals instead of just daydreaming about them, and the very first step of my plan to become a writer was “Start a blog.” I didn’t suspect that the blog would become so important to me, or that I’d internet-meet so many cool people through it, or that my friends would be so supportive, or that it would lead to so many other writing opportunities.
On my 25th birthday, I wrote down my list of goals for the year. I wrote down the easy things (make a pie crust) and the difficult things (move). I accomplished most of the things on my list, even the big ones that scared me, the ones I thought I’d never be able to do. Part of the reason I could is because of the boost I got from Welcome to Ladyville, and the support I always feel from the people who read it.
This isn’t to say that last year was perfect. It wasn’t, by any means. Family members were and are sick, I was disappointed quite a few times, lots of tears were shed, and I had plenty of days where I felt like a complete failure who couldn’t do anything right. Also I spilled a green smoothie all over myself/my car one morning when I was late for work. But then again, this was also the year I discovered jeggings, so I guess I have to take the good with the bad.
Thank you so much for reading Welcome to Ladyville! It really means a lot to me.